Su Wanqing looked at him faintly and said, "Why did I die?"
Luo Mingxuan probably thought he was in a dream and said: "It was your adoptive father. He forced you into the sea. You jumped in. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it..."
After hearing this, Su Wanqing began to have another perspective on the lord.
"What about you? Did you force me?"
Luo Mingxuan's eyes flickered, and there was deep self-blame in his dark blue eyes, and he murmured: "I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have gone to report, I thought you would look back, if it weren't for that man, we...
…”
"Did you kill my husband?" Su Wanqing's eyes widened with a stern expression.
"No - don't ask -" Luo Mingxuan lowered his head, tears streaking his cheeks.
He was in pain, and the scars hidden deep in his soul were bloodyly revealed.
"Then do you love Wanqing? She looks so similar to me?"
After Su Wanqing asked, her heart was beating fast.
"Qingqing looks so much like you, I can't help but love her. Her temperament is so cute, just like you when you were young. I'm sorry, I can't help but love her..."
Luo Mingxuan said "I can't help but love her" over and over again, and his whole person seemed to be obsessed with it.
Looking at the man in front of her, Su Wanqing suddenly felt sad. She stretched out her hand, touched his head, and sighed: "What you are chasing is just a shadow. Let her go, and let yourself go."
"Jiuzi, you don't understand. If you chase shadows for a long time, you will often forget your original intention. I - there is no way to stop."
"Then do you still love me? Do you love Jiuzi?" Su Wanqing asked.
"I——" Luo Mingxuan hesitated.
"If I hadn't died and I had changed my appearance, would you still love me?" Su Wanqing asked more and more eagerly.
Luo Mingxuan let out a long sigh, turned over and lay beside Su Wanqing, closed his eyes and said, "Nine sons, we have already passed."
Su Wanqing felt a huge sense of sadness in her heart. She originally thought that her mother and Luo Mingxuan could settle their differences and continue their unfinished relationship.
"Now in my eyes, there is only Qingqing." His voice became softer and softer, and his breathing became longer and longer, "Only...Qingqing..."
Looking at Luo Mingxuan who was gradually falling asleep, Su Wanqing sat up half-way, opened the cup, covered him, and then got out of bed lightly.
He was very quiet when he was sleeping, and he was not aggressive at all. What made Su Wanqing even more heartwarming was that he did not do anything to herself according to her mother's expectations.
She originally thought that she was just a substitute for Luo Mingxuan chasing the shadow of the goddess.
He pushed open the bedroom door and closed it carefully.
Su Wanqing returned to her room, took off her heavy kimono, let down her hair, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Mom, you are wrong. He is not that kind of person at all.
After taking a shower, Su Wanqing wiped her hair with a dry towel, walked to the bedside, and saw the mobile phone on the table, shining brightly.
There was a missed call from Luo Xichen.
A faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. If there was anything in this dirty world that she deserved to smile about, it was him.
"Hello? Xichen, what are you doing?"
"I was thinking about you. What did you do just now? Tell me the truth."
"Let's take a shower."
"Okay, I forgive you." Luo Xichen's voice was full of joy, "Tell me, do you miss me?" Su Wanqing looked at him faintly and said, "Why did I die?"
Luo Mingxuan probably thought he was in a dream and said: "It was your adoptive father. He forced you into the sea. You jumped in. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it..."
After hearing this, Su Wanqing began to have another perspective on the lord.
"What about you? Did you force me?"
Luo Mingxuan's eyes flickered, and there was deep self-blame in his dark blue eyes, and he murmured: "I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have gone to report, I thought you would look back, if it weren't for that man, we...
…”
"Did you kill my husband?" Su Wanqing's eyes widened with a stern expression.
"No - don't ask -" Luo Mingxuan lowered his head, tears streaking his cheeks.
He was in pain, and the scars hidden deep in his soul were bloodyly revealed.
"Then do you love Wanqing? She looks so similar to me?"
After Su Wanqing asked, her heart was beating fast.
"Qingqing looks so much like you, I can't help but love her. Her temperament is so cute, just like you when you were young. I'm sorry, I can't help but love her..."
Luo Mingxuan said "I can't help but love her" over and over again, and his whole person seemed to be obsessed with it.
Looking at the man in front of her, Su Wanqing suddenly felt sad. She stretched out her hand, touched his head, and sighed: "What you are chasing is just a shadow. Let her go, and let yourself go."
"Jiuzi, you don't understand. If you chase shadows for a long time, you will often forget your original intention. I - there is no way to stop."
"Then do you still love me? Do you love Jiuzi?" Su Wanqing asked.
"I——" Luo Mingxuan hesitated.
"If I hadn't died and I had changed my appearance, would you still love me?" Su Wanqing asked more and more eagerly.
Luo Mingxuan let out a long sigh, turned over and lay beside Su Wanqing, closed his eyes and said, "Nine sons, we have already passed."
Su Wanqing felt a huge sense of sadness in her heart. She originally thought that her mother and Luo Mingxuan could settle their differences and continue their unfinished relationship.
"Now in my eyes, there is only Qingqing." His voice became softer and softer, and his breathing became longer and longer, "Only...Qingqing..."
Looking at Luo Mingxuan who was gradually falling asleep, Su Wanqing sat up half-way, opened the cup, covered him, and then got out of bed lightly.
He was very quiet when he was sleeping, and he was not aggressive at all. What made Su Wanqing even more heartwarming was that he did not do anything to herself according to her mother's expectations.
She originally thought that she was just a substitute for Luo Mingxuan chasing the shadow of the goddess.
He pushed open the bedroom door and closed it carefully.
Su Wanqing returned to her room, took off her heavy kimono, let down her hair, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Mom, you are wrong. He is not that kind of person at all.
After taking a shower, Su Wanqing wiped her hair with a dry towel, walked to the bedside, and saw the mobile phone on the table, shining brightly.
There was a missed call from Luo Xichen.
A faint smile unconsciously appeared on her lips. If there was anything in this dirty world that she deserved to smile about, it was him.
"Hello? Xichen, what are you doing?"
"I was thinking about you. What did you do just now? Tell me the truth."
"Let's take a shower."
"Okay, I forgive you." Luo Xichen's voice was full of joy, "Tell me, do you miss me?"